Rain Dance
The rain patters on the path
and tyres swish and spray “yesss”, “yesss”
where the road dips.
Rain – the first in weeks
and the leaves reach and drench
themselves in cold precipitation,
Flowers drink thirstily
stamens straining to suck the sweetness.
Birds squawk amidst the drumming droplets,
The clouds roll
The windscreen wipers drone
Ladies unfurl umbrellas.
But I stand,
With arms outstretched across the middle of the meadow
and let the rain dance upon my face.
Wendy Bowers
14.7.18
The rain patters on the path
and tyres swish and spray “yesss”, “yesss”
where the road dips.
Rain – the first in weeks
and the leaves reach and drench
themselves in cold precipitation,
Flowers drink thirstily
stamens straining to suck the sweetness.
Birds squawk amidst the drumming droplets,
The clouds roll
The windscreen wipers drone
Ladies unfurl umbrellas.
But I stand,
With arms outstretched across the middle of the meadow
and let the rain dance upon my face.
Wendy Bowers
14.7.18